The Director's Chair Challenge!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Now that we’ve had some time to start thinking of our favourite fics, let’s move on to a new role – that of the Director.  For some time now, there have been rumours of a new series that would go roughly between Caprica and the Miniseries.  (Which in my deluded and fanfic-addled mind means happy, unencumbered pilots at the Academy.  Woot!) 

Now if this series was actually made, Katee Sackhoff and Jamie Bamber would clearly be too mature to play the roles of the late teens / early twenties cadets. (As much as I would ADORE seeing them in that role.) 

Talk and discuss and POST SOME PRETTY to support your choices.  (And BTW, if anyone needs advice on shooting any towel scenes, I have it on good authority, that nazkey has some *cough* experience in this regard and can give pointers on how it’s done.  *winks*)
 

If you need some fic to put you in the mood, I’m going to suggest these lovelies...  Thank you to both nazkey and sci_fi_shipper  for locating ALL of these for me.  Wow!
 

daphnea - A Brief History of Starbuck & Apollohttp://daphnaea.livejournal.com/516.html

elzed - Decline & Fall http://elzed.livejournal.com/94052.html

brynnmck - Laws of Gravity http://brynnmck.livejournal.com/17681.html

taragel - Academy Pilots http://taragel.livejournal.com/69923.html

workerbee73  - Borrowed Time http://workerbee73.livejournal.com/8197.html

kag523 - The Officers’ Club  http://kag523.livejournal.com/10821.html

JaneAus10 - Every Time My Heart Beats http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4049523/1/Every_Time_My_Heart_Beats

Maevenly - Academy Days: The Burn  http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3197650/1/Academy_Days_The_Burn


And what would a day on the DPP be without more manips... Here's a BRAND SPANKING NEW ONE just for today's theme!

 

AND....  Just because I can. 
Here’s my vision of how the new series would look: 

One last thing...

VOTING CLOSED

 

Comments

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

'SCUSE ME BUT WHY IS THERE A SECOND BANANA IN YOUR MANIP? ;)

I can't imagine anyone else at all playing Kara and Lee, so I say we spend part of the budget on digitally reverse aging them if we need to. *nods*

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

Hee. I love that you're starting to use Second Banana for Sammy now too. ;-)

[thegreenkitty.livejournal.com]

Karin, you are too damn talented for words. I will think about props/location/etc and see if I come up with anything brilliant while I sleep.

(BTW, Erin, Heather, and I would like to request a manip of Starbuck killing/maiming RDM. What kind of bribery would be required in order to obtain such a thing? It is for the feminist cause.)

[kag523.livejournal.com]

*grins* Ask me about this tomorrow, K? *winks* (A fun week in store!)

[acsgrlie.livejournal.com]

So I'm not that creative to come up with everything in the DPP but here's an actour that COULD be Lee.

Drew Roy (with blue contacts) ;)

[kag523.livejournal.com]

He's AWESOME! I'd totally buy that!

Since time can magically go backward on the Internet...

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

...I choose to cast Jamie and Katee's younger selves in this Academy series.

When Lee first arrives on campus, his style reflects his mother's ideas of proper gentlemanly attire, while the young lady (girlfriend? cousin? family friend?) accompanying him has clearly absorbed Caprica's vaguely gangsterish fashion sensibilities.



That first day, though, Lee needs a moment of solitude to quell his nerves, so he seeks out a peaceful spot by one of the windows in the central hall.



He draws the curtain and contemplates his future...



...and what he sees is a splash of glorious color in the sunlight outside that takes his breath away...



After that moment, Lee quickly starts to adjust to the rhythms of Academy life and learns to enjoy the casual comeraderie of the dorms.



During move-in week, other members of his dorm learn to enjoy having him (and his ARMS) around, as well :)



But he's always keeping his eyes open for that girl he saw through the window, catching glimpses of her from unexpected angles. They never speak.



Finally, one rainy night, he walks into the sim room for some extra practice, and comes face to face with the girl who's lived so long in the corner of his eye.



She raises an eyebrow at his dumbfounded expression, then glances down at the hand he has unthinkingly extended toward her. She takes it, her grip as sure as he knew it would be. "Kara Thrace," she says.

He smiles. "Lee Adama."



(The credit for most of the lovely screencaps goes to zegeekgirl and asta77 over at Bamber News (http://community.livejournal.com/bamber_news) -- it is full of amazing pics!)

Re: Since time can magically go backward on the Internet...

[angelicalangie.livejournal.com]

Thunk and gah and *drools*

Am I supposed to be all creative after THAT! How in the Gods names am I supposed to do that?

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

I'm also going to have to insist that we use younger versions of Katee and Jamie - Call it the undiscovered academy film. Lost in the archives and recently found!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

DONE. See revised directions above. K :>)

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

(http://s784.photobucket.com/albums/yy126/scifishipper/BSG/JAMIE/?action=view&current=jamielookingoutwindow.jpg)

When he sees her out the window, his breath stops. She is luminous, bright golden hair shining in the sunlight. His brow wrinkles at the tinges of pink at the ends and he thinks, what kind of girl does that? He wants to dismiss her, she's clearly not the kind of girl he usually notices. But he sees her look over her shoulder at someone she obviously adores and he suddenly wants to be the recipient of that glorious smile.

(http://s784.photobucket.com/albums/yy126/scifishipper/BSG/JAMIE/?action=view&current=katieyoungsmilingback.jpg)

He shakes himself and lets the curtain fall back into place. Her image is emblazoned into his brain. He sits for a moment, the gathers himself. His family has sent him here to follow in the family footsteps, not to ogle strange girls with pink hair. He straightens his jacket and turns his attention back to Sylvie, the pretty curly-haired girl he'd met at this morning's orientation. She's giving him a strange expression, but he just smiles at her, using a well-practiced boyish charm to bring a matching expression to her face.

She links his arm into his and they begin to walk out of the classroom. Of its own accord, his head turns and he glances back towards the window and wonders if he'll see her again.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

AWESOME! (two more comments after this!)

[coffeesuperhero.livejournal.com]

He does see her again, of course, and naturally, they're both with other people. The guy she's with doesn't turn around, so he can't see who's she's with, but he does his best to pay attention to his own date and try not to glare angrily at the dark head of hair sitting across from her.

It all becomes painfully clear at the costume party a few weeks later, when he and his best friend dress up as old sailors from Picon.

"Are you finally going to let me meet this mystery woman?" he asks Horatio, as they walk into the ballroom.

"Yes! You're gonna love her," Horatio says, grinning.



Famous last words, Lee thinks, when she appears, her brilliant smile lighting up the whole room.



For one happy moment, Lee thinks that she's smiling for him, but then she turns her attention to Horatio, and he feels like he'll never smile again.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

*grins* So great!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Two days later and Lee knows more of the girl with the raucous pink highlights. Kara Thrace: captain of the Junior Pyramid team, troublemaker, hotshot, jock and rabble-rouser. She is the first student to be formally reprimanded in the Freshman group. Drunk and disorderly conduct unbefitting a cadet on the first long weekend of the year. Punishment is twenty laps around the quad every morning for a week, weighted down with a fifty pound pack. He still remembers her running in the sharp autumn air, her rebellious laughter catching his attention as he walks to class by himself.

On the last day, he waves, and she waves back, leaving his heart pounding.

Kara is in his Introduction to Aerodynamics Class – also known as Flight 101. She sits at the back of the room with a tall, long-limbed guy who always has a lollipop hanging out of the side of his mouth. The two of them flick bits of paper at the other students, laughing quietly together, apparently ignoring the instructor. Lee frowns, feeling something ping off the side of his ear. For a second he turns around and glares, but the guy is looking away, his face half-covered with a large hand, smothering laughter. Kara, however, sees his angry look and winks at him, her face glowing with mischievous good-humour.

Quite unintentionally, Lee grins back, his annoyance suddenly gone in a rush of inexplicable excitement. He can’t help it. Her smile does things to him.

At the end of the first semester, they’ve all studied the formal theory of flight and have the theoretical background of aerodynamics. Thrust, drag and lift, along with the careful computations of each, have become part of their everyday vocabulary. When mid-term grades are posted, they are assigned into smaller groups.

The last weeks of class are aimed at discovering whether or not the students have the “feel” of flight. Karl is assigned to the remedial group while Lee and Kara move into the advanced placement. Lee begrudging has to admit that Kara – even with her “frak it all” attitude – has clearly done well... her marks are actually only one level behind his own. It makes him wonder what she’d accomplished if she actually tried. He’s never seen her in the library once. Walking into class that first morning, Lee drops his eyes to the day’s roster, and notes, with surprise, that he’s been slated to go into the flight Sim in the first round.

The student flying along with him is Kara Thrace.

[thegreenkitty.livejournal.com]

It makes him wonder what she’d accomplished if she actually tried.

THIS is perfect K/L in one sentence. Love it.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

When they arrive at the appointed time, the door is locked and Professor Arnold is nowhere to be found. A few minutes later, another cadet comes to tell them that he has been delayed and that they should wait here.

He glances at her, smiling slightly, but awkward because they've had only the briefest of conversations. He wants to ask about her, but she's got that intimidating attitude and strut as she complains about wasting her time with this crap. He doesn't know quite how to handle it and just kind of laughs. Mostly he wants to leave or get to work or find some way to be clever that might not make him look like a stick in the mud. But that's not easy for him.

He thinks about her easy laughter with Helo and wishes he could feel so relaxed. She slides down the wall with a groan and starts to pick at her fingernails, ignoring him, seemingly lost in irritation of something else he can't figure out. He tries not to watch her so he just paces a bit, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the moment.

He's startled when she barks at him, "Will you please sit the frak down, Adama?"

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

Lee drops neatly to the floor directly across from her, and folds his hands around one knee. One of his feet starts tapping nervously on the tile, which he only notices when his careful side-glances connect with her full-on glare. He stills, but not quickly enough.

"What?" she says, but it's rhetorical, cutting him off with its unspoken coda: is your problem?.

"Why pink?"

She blinks. Her second "what?" is a genuine question.

"Your hair," he shrugs, blushing slightly.

She narrows her eyes, looking him over. "I like it," she answers. "Why blue?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Uh...I was born that way? Genetics, et cetera."

She snorts. "Not your eyes, flyboy, your attitude."

The corner of his mouth twitches up. "My answer holds true for either," he said. "But I'm glad you noticed both."

And suddenly they are together in that hallway, grinning like idiots.

No matter what happens in the sims, Lee knows now that he's walking on air.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

AWESOME!!!!! *grins*

[kag523.livejournal.com]

"You scared to sit near me or something?" Kara asks, eyebrows raised.

Lee isn’t sure what it is about her tone of voice – something in the intonation that reminds him very much of a drill sergeant – but he moves over and slides down the wall next to her. The joking tone of moments ago suddenly disappears under the sudden proximity. They are side by side, not touching, and he has time to notice that she is chewing the inside of her bottom lip, her face closed and unreadable. He feels the hot prickle of uncomfortable heat rising the back of his neck and ears.

“Uh... I’m Lee Adama, by the way...” he says finally, reaching out a tentative hand toward her. "I don't think I've ever told you that."

She gives a very unladylike snort before reaching out her hand, and shaking it, her fingers pressing into his. ‘Strong hands’, he thinks absently. This is followed quickly with a series of observations that flash through his mind like the pulsing strobe of a nightclub, almost too quick to follow. Her eyes are gold in the centre but dark green along the edge. Her lips are full and lush... tempting. The curve of her cheek runs smoothly to a chin that is almost elfin in its proportions. Her fingers are warm...

There is an awkward moment where he sees her open her mouth to say something, then stop, and the emotions on her face flickers slightly. Annoyance sliding sideways into surprise.

“Kara Thrace,” she says, half laughing, “yeah, I know who you are. Your friend Horatio told me.” She grins and then Lee notices, with embarrassment, that he’s still holding her hand, and he lets go, ducking his chin and slouching.

He is shocked to feel her shift over slightly so that the side of her arm and one leg is pressed warmly against his own. Lee stops having lucid thoughts altogether. She leans toward him, dropping her voice to a stage whisper.

“This is the stupidest frakking course EVER. I mean, Arnold is such a windbag... if we’re supposed to fly, get us into a bird and see if we CAN fly. All the gods-damned theory drives me nuts.... Who the frak cares HOW a viper stays in flight. I just want in the cockpit... Those vids we watched with the manoeuvres where the pilots took them out in formation were amazing. Make me want to...”

Lee glances over to her as she continues, unbalanced by this sudden camaraderie, but Kara isn’t watching him at all. Her eyes instead are on the far wall, her head tipped slightly to the side as she talks; her hands tracing the shape and movements of a viper. Lee watches, amazed. Her face is energized as she speaks, fingers twirling into the intricate patterns of barrel rolls and double backs in time to her phrases.

After a time, her words slow and finally stop, and she turns, almost surprised to see him watching her. Lee watches as the mask shifts again, and Kara’s face is closed once more.

“Probably sounds pretty dumb to you, huh,” she says, voice challenging.

Lee shakes his head mutely, and puts his hand on her arm, needing her to understand the truth of what he’s saying.

“No, Kara,” he says finally. “I don’t think it’s dumb at all... I just never thought anyone thought that way except me.”

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

*squeeee* Pilots talking!!! Too much yummy to handle today!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

She freezes for a moment and she glances at him, unsure if he's joking, but his face is serious and a little surprised. When she looks at him full on, the intensity of his eyes is startling, not just in the color, but in the way he stares at her with a little bit of wonder. She's not the type to look away first, but it's more than she bargained for when she saw his name next to hers on the sim schedule. She didn't really think she'd give a shit about smearing him all over the sim, but now there's some part of him that she wants to know more. It doesn't mean she won't do it anyway, but she might not insult him like she thought she would. There's something soft about him that she didn't see before, when he was sitting a few rows ahead of her, rimrod straight with the perfect jaw and crisp haircut. All that just made her want to wipe him out of the sky.

Now she is acutely aware of his hand on her arm and it feels like too much. She realizes that she's been staring back and it brings a flush to her cheeks and she looks away, hardening herself against the strange feelings. "Yeah, well, flying's all I got. If I don't do this, it's back to a rat trap in Delphi. Don't have daddy to give me another job if I need it." The words come out before she's even realized it and he blinks hard, mouth flattening into a thin line.

"Fine. Glad to know we have nothing in common," he bites back.

They sit in an uncomfortable silence for a long time. Then she speaks, "It was a bet."

Lee gives her a strange look. "What?"

She turns her head towards him. "The hair. I never turn down a bet. And I always win."

Lee rises to the challenge, happy to let their earlier discomfort go. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," she answers back.

Before Lee can make further comment, Professor Arnold arrives.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

EEEEEE!!!!!

Okay, clearly I'm having WAY too much fun over here, because if someone doesn't continue this in... *glances at watch* ...half an hour, then I'm jumping back into this story yet again.

*grins* You ROCK H!

(And yeah, I'm a little freakishly happy about our upcoming collab... just saying.)

[ddt73.livejournal.com]

This is a fun idea. Enjoying it all so much. :)

I always had an idea for a L&K movie, but it was more of a retelling of what happened to them, but filling in the blanks. Course somehow the poof would have to be fixed or dealt with, since it was the epitome of suckitude.

This idea KAG has come up with is pretty awesome. :)

[kag523.livejournal.com]

*grins* YOU are too awesome, D! Thanks for jumping into all the challenges this week. K :>D

[angelicalangie.livejournal.com]

It has been requested that I put this teaser of a script in a new comment and not leave it nested in the comments above (Thank you sci_fi_shipper!)


Since it was requested ... And I suck at hosting things it seems (got any clues) I will throw you a teaser scene it's between Kara and Helo at the moment, Kara has yet to meet Lee, though he has at this point seen her and liked what her saw.

"INT. THE FLIGHT SCHOOL'S MAIN LECTURE THEATER

There are nearly 400 students filling the two tiered theater. A lecturer stands at a podium at the front of the theater a small table and a portable computer to his left and a white board and multiple color overlays to his right. He is mic'd up and has a receiver backpack hooked to his pants' belt. A Large projection screen shows a larger version of the lecturer and his accouterments.

We pan back to our intrepid duo in medium shot getting to their places as they scope out their competition and the theater, not to mention looking down on the stage from the second tier and sizing up the lecturer. They look at each other wide eyed and eyebrows raised. This is a little more than they expected.

LECTURER

Good Afternoon cadets, and welcome to flight 101 written in your schedules as Introductory aerodynamics and flight physics. It is in this class that we will begin weeding out the weeds from the flowers, so to speak. If you do not pass the high pass mark you will be booted to Raptors. If you can not pass the low pass percentage, you will be booted from flight school. You will have three options at that point. Marines, Non commissioned officer – if you are lucky and your third and final option will be to wash out. Is there anyone feeling that is where you are headed? If so, there are doors on either side of the room on both tiers. Make use of them.

They look at each other once more, this is a lot more than they expected. Helo already has the where's the door look, that a few of them have. Kara leans into him;

KARA

(whispering)

You may have to slim down a bit, and leave those candies alone. (off of Karl's confused look) Well it looks like I may have to carry your dumb ass."

[ddt73.livejournal.com]

Always like when Karl and Kara are friends. Something else they dropped the ball on in season 4.5.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

-------section break----------

It’s three more weeks, and the end of the semester before Lee talks to Kara Thrace again.

They’ve found new roles for one another as Fall turns to the blustery chill of winter: that of bitter rivals, the two of them fighting it out against one another in the sims at every turn. Professor Arnold is pleased to see two of his AP cadets excelling at the competition, and assigns them against one another time and again. Lee, with his cool-headed efficiency and by-the-book knowledge beats Kara in each and every sim level from one through three, but that’s when the balance shifts. Level four and beyond are no longer manoeuvres, but combat, and Kara knows how to fight.

She comes by it naturally it seems.

She is always two steps ahead of him, Lee thinks in irritation, as she spins and whirls her bird with end over end turns, flipping back around to chase him out of his hiding places in the simulation. He watches her viper appear on the electronic mesh of the digital cockpit screen, frustration rising. Kara doesn’t seem to think during the sims; just reacts, and he finds himself unnerved each time he hears the happy cackle of her laughter over the headset. Lee can’t see where she is coming from, but he knows the instant he hears it that the game will be over in seconds for him. The tell-tale vibration and buzz form the sim ending marking yet another loss to Kara Thrace.

A week ago, Arnold gave Kara her callsign, Starbuck, after her steadily growing sim scores. Lee and Kara are within points of setting a high-score record in their Freshman Flight category. In the final days of the Aerodynamics class, the tensions between the two of them rise; both of them determined to take that honour. Lee finds himself gritting his teeth as Kara shoves past him into the classroom, knocking his shoulder roughly.

“Better watch out, Apollo,” she mutters, and Lee feels a renewed flush of annoyance... and something else too. Kara Thrace close feels dangerous. Her nearness distracts him, and that bothers him as much as her arrogance.

He frakking hates his callsign. Unlike Kara, who earned hers through hard work, his has started as a joke. ‘The son of Zeus...’ He’s heard it a hundred times through his life, but when the drill sergeant – Captain Tolemus - picks it up, Lee knows it’s going to stick. Kara starts a rumour that it’s based on Lee’s body... and that makes the shame of it even worse as coeds begin sneaking looks at him in the shower room.

Professor Arnold looks up as the AP students wander into class and slide into their seats in the observation room; the amphitheatre connected to the sim projections. As usual, Kara is at the back of the rows of seats, her boot kicking the chair in front of her repetitively.

“Cadet Adama and Cadet Thrace,” the professor says, grinning. “I’d like the two of you to take on sim five today.”

‘Frak!’ Lee thinks, listening as Kara’s insolent laughter taunts him from the dimness of the seats behind him.

“But today’s a little different,” Arnold adds. “Today, I’m going to ask you to fly as a team. The simulated cylon forces will be flying against you.”

Around the room there is a flutter of excitement. The real part of flight training has begun.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Heeee! Showdown!! Woohoo! I love it when they compete! I wish I wasn't working, bb. I sooooo want to respond. Gah!

C'mon shippers, who is up??? *cackles gleefully*

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Half way through the kiss, Lee comes back to his senses. Kissing Kara Thrace just after flying the best sims exercise of his life probably the worst impulse he’s ever acted upon. Except Kara has joined the thrust and parry of tongues. So he closes his eyes and goes with it.

He has almost started to really enjoy the kissing and the energy bouncing between them, when a group of cadets marching in formation across the quad reminds him where they are. His eyes dart left and right. Just as abruptly as it started, Lee jerks back from Kara, her mouth gaping and her chest heaving.

“What was that Adama?” she demands. She glares through tight slits and her jaw clenches.

“I didn’t mean… Uh, I… Wow. Um, sorry? I shouldn’t have…” He’s rubbing his face with his palm, shifting from foot to foot. He definitely can’t look at her. He starts hoping that someone calls them back to class.

“Stopped,” she breathes. “Frak, Lee. Didn’t know you had that in you?” A smirk grows from lips all the way up to her shining eyes. She playfully punches him the arm.

A blush reddens his cheeks, and Lee tries to cover the hot skin with his hands. This is not the kind of thing he does, but it’s the kind of thing she does. Clearly she likes it too. And he likes that. Just thinking about how much he likes the idea of him doing things to Kara that she enjoys makes him hot and tingly all over. So he scrubs harder at his face hoping she won’t tease him for being so turned on, but she sees.

“Well, hope I didn’t embarrass you too much, Apollo.” The mocking and disgust is evident in every word. “At least, I can bring up your sims performance. I’m still good for something.” And she’s stomping away across the quad.

“Kara! Don’t!” he calls after her, but Kara doesn’t turn around.

"Frak."

[kag523.livejournal.com]

SO AWESOME!!! *shoves your laptop back at you*

Now, hon. That's just teasing us.

We know YOU have more in you!

*grins* Keep writing! K

Muse is dead

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

Hey guys. Just wanted to pop in and say I'm reading all the amazing fic and want more, more, more! Wish I could contribute, but the muse is dead right now. Needs major CPR. Maybe if I can resuscitate her later, I'll pop in and add something.

In the meantime, didya hear me? MOAR, MOAR, MOAR (please. With some Nekkid!Lee and whipped cream on top).

xoxo

Re: Muse is dead

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Poor baby, Muse. *sends flowers* I have to wait until after the bus comes to do anything more, but I plan to be back.

So you read the teaser scene Now read the teaser Act.

[angelicalangie.livejournal.com]

I will be working on Act 1 tomorrow

here you go. (BTW - when the full script is done ... I will be putting it into a PDF format for you to read in the proper formating, you will be able to download it from a Sendspace link)

And Now we present Untitled Battlestar Galactica Prequal Pilot

http://aangie-fanfics.livejournal.com/6236.html

Time to follow the link!

Re: So you read the teaser scene Now read the teaser Act.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Kara vows bitterly that she is never speaking to Lee Adama again. She holds firm through their next AP class. It was easy, almost like cheating, thought since other pairs are called up to the sims. Her chest puffs up right there in the middle of class when she thinks that she doesn’t even need to talk to him.

Until Crashtest and Beta bite it trying to out performs their doubles score. Theirs. Starbuck and Apollo.

She wants to gloat to Lee that they’re still the best in the class so bad it hurts. Instead, she glares at him across the room. His oblivion adds to her frustration. Of course, he doesn’t care. He’s the son of frakking Zeus. Of course, he can put up top marks. He’s the god of the sun. Of course, he wouldn’t. She’s no goddess of anything.

Kara bolts from her chair, rushes from the sims room. She makes it as far as the spot where he kissed her and stops dead. Her lip is bleeding. She wipes at the blood and forces the raw skin away from her teeth. It’s not going to work. She chews without even realizing most of the time. Her fists clench as a counter reflex.

As she’s thinking about not biting her lip, she scans the quad, the old brick buildings, the cadets in their sharp blues. This is her salvation. She’s not going to let Lee Adama frak it up for her. Her hands go limp. With a deep sighing breath, she spins on her heel and slams right into him coming out the door.

“Frak, Lee! What the frak do you want?” She yelps. Now, her nose hurts almost as bad as her lip. He’s just grinning at her.

“What?” He still just beams at her. Then he scoops her up into his arms and literally twirls her. Her. No one twirls Kara Thrace.

“Put me the frak down, Adama!”

But he squeezes her tighter and whispers. “We get to fly, for real, you and me. Next week. Real vipers. Can you believe it?”

Her eyes grow so wide she thinks they might fall right out. This time she kisses him.

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

Ooooo ... MOAR!!!! This is so good K!

Ok, there!

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Once he’s kissed her and she’s kissed him, they find a happy medium in being happy rivals.

Lee teases Kara that all she can talk about now are Vipers. More than sex, which makes Helo cackle and Kara actually blushes.

She teases him about having a girlfriend even though she known full well that he’s not dating Becky Harper anymore than he’s dating Kara Thrace. Everyone knows that. But he gets to adorably flustered.

At least they manage a jovial rivalry for the three days before VIPERS.

As they walk to the gleaming birds, Lee wonders if Kara’s as nervous as he is. His palms are sweaty in his gloves. He thinks maybe this is why pilots wear gloves. Kara bounces along next to him, grinning with her helmet tucked under her arm.

“This is it,” he smiles as he starts up the ladder.

“Sure is.”

Suddenly she’s patient while he’s chanting the rote comfort of the preflight check list. Kara’s totally still while her helmet’s latched. He takes one last fresh breath. She waves and grins. He nods. He’ll make it through. This is where she was always meant to be.

*****

“That was it?” Kara screams as they pull her from the viper twenty minutes later.

“Kara!” he admonishes.

“I wanna go again!” she calls out to anyone who’s listening. Lee thinks he hears Professor Arnold laughing at her. Kara doesn’t notice, and her anticks aren’t being taken very seriously.

“Come on, Starbuck. Showers. I guarantee you’ll get to fly again.”

*****

“Wasn’t that just the best, Lee?” Kara is still gushing when he rounds the open shower along the back wall of the flight deck locker room.

He knows he’s not supposed to be looking. There are certain sacred things in a co-ed military. But he’s looking. He’s usually so good at keeping his head up and his blinders on. But he’s staring at Kara washing her hair exuding a glee he didn’t know she possessed.

He strides with sudden purpose up to her. He’s openly watching the water glisten down her body. A drop falls from her left nipple and for a moment he thinks about trying to catching it on his tongue. His pupils shift. He licks his lips. He doesn’t care if it’s flying or Kara or flying with Kara, he’s so frakking hard he doesn’t even care of they get caught.

“You’re awful quiet there, Lee. Something up?” Her last syllable pops into a squeak that vibrates through the silent room. “Oh, seems something is.”

He’s standing right behind her with his erection pressing into the curve of her ass. He steps closer and hears her moan with him. He snakes a hand around her waist and must have hesitated because she takes his hand and guides between her legs where she’s wet and not from the shower. Her slick desire rushes him. He spins her around and plunges his tongue into her mouth.

Her leg is at his hip. He’s pushing into her. She gasps as he shoves her into the wall and lifts her up for a better angle. It feels like flying. Not exactly flying, but like it. He groans for her. She comes at the twist if his fingers. He follows with a gasp. Just like flying.

Re: Ok, there!

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

Um ... *ahem* ... well ... yeah. WOW. Girl, you really brought it home, didn't ya?

*showers you with glitter for porny goodness*

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

Okay, the time machine is ready to go. Hop on in, everyone! :)



Next stop, baby pilots!

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

LMAO. Perfect!

happiness!

[swamp-ariadne.livejournal.com]

please please don't let this daisy chain comment!fic die. oh my oh my.

Re: happiness!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

*pushes keyboard toward you*

Yes! I completely agree this CANNOT stop here. *cough* So what are you doing about it? Hmmm...?

[koolaidmom11.livejournal.com]

Wow...this is what I woke up to? You west coasters are wild!!! ... But in a good way *fans herself * ... A very good way!

And here it is ... Part 1

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

This is all because I really want my second banana icon.

A week after the most mind-blowing sex he'd ever had, Lee Adama was in a bad place, mentally and physically. Every time he saw Kara, a certain part of his anatomy would stir and since she was frakking every where he happened to be, he walked around at half-mast and a serious case of blue balls all day, every day, for seven long days. At night, when he finally made it to his bunk for some much needed rest, the only image in his mind before drifting off to sleep was Kara's glorious body pressed against his with those magnificent breasts bobbing with his every thrust. Of course, that image would lead to a series of dreams where he was frakking Kara in all possible positions, practically in every place he'd ever been to in his entire life. One particularly vivid dream had Lee pushing into her from behind as she bent over his mother's kitchen counter. Yes, that one was a bit disturbing, but nevertheless, he woke up every morning either with a raging hard-on or dirty sheets (or both), and all he had to look forward to was more of the same.

He blamed her for it, of course. It was all her fault. How could she not know what she was doing to him? How could she push away from him in the shower, make a wise crack about "the Arrow of Apollo finding its target," and dismiss their connection, their attraction, good gods, them with a smart ass joke and just walk away? So he channeled all his frustration and directed it at her. At first, he simply tried to avoid seeing her. He didn't want her to see how devastated he was that their encounter didn't mean as much to her as it did to him. But that wasn't realistic because after their stunt in the sims, they were constantly thrown together for training and practice and their natural rhythm had gotten them assigned to flying together all the frakking time. She was every where. With her swagger and cocksure attitude, with her braying laugh that sent tingles down Lee's back (right to his traitorous dick), with her cigars and booze and triad cards ... And all Lee wanted to do was grab her by her unruly crop of blond hair, drag her back to his room, tear her clothes off and nail her to his bed. Repeatedly.

All the growling and barking at her didn't help him because Kara Thrace never backed down from a fight and for every growl, he got a snicker and a jibe and for every bark, a flash of that toothy smile and a "what the frak is your problem Adama?" So after a couple of days, he gave up and just seethed in silence.

Re: And here it is ... Part 1

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Uh, that's frakking HOT Naz. Consider your icon earned. :>D

And here it is ... Part II

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

Today, after 7 days of living in his own personal Hades (with Kara Thrace presiding gleefully over his misery), he was sitting in the quad away from everyone he knew and silently munching on his sandwich, trying to figure out how to get over this when said menace plopped herself right down next to him.

"So you wanna tell me what the frak's been going on with you?"

Somehow, the casual tone of her question, the sheer audacity of her clueless attitude pissed him off, "Me? ME? Are you serious? How can you ask me that? How can YOU frakking aske ME that?" he turned and shouted at her.

Taken back by his anger, Kara leaned forward and got in his face, "Yeah, YOU Lee Adama. What the frak is this? You frak me in the shower and then spend the next week yelling at me? Is that how you get your kicks? Never pegged you for a love 'em and leave 'em type," she snarled, never losing eye contact with him.

Lee lost it. The pent up frustration, the anger, the hurt ... they all bubbled up to the surface and he got right back in her face and snarled, "Love 'em and leave 'em? Me? YOU're the one who walked away and made a joke out of the whole thing. You're the one who obviously doesn't give a rats ass about how it felt and how much I've wanted to do that since the first frakking time I saw you on my first frakking day here. Bouncing around like you don't have a frakking care in the world, not giving a SHIT about how it feels to want you so badly I can't frakking SEE straight and all I can think about all frakking day is to just take you and frak you until you beg me for mercy. You ..."

He never finished what he was going to say because she just smashed her lips against his in a searing kiss that brought his half-mast to full attention. When it finally registered that yes, Kara was actually kissing him, he turned, grabbed and dragged her over so she ended up straddling him, never breaking the kiss. When Kara pulled away, he let out a groan and she laughed, grabbed his face in her hands and looked him in the eyes with the most tender expression he had ever seen from her.

"Wait. THAT's what this is about? You're an idiot Leland J. Adama." She kissed him once more, got up (getting another groan from him at the loss of contact) and pulled him to his feet. "Come on flyboy. Let's go back to your room and see how long it takes for you to make me beg."

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Can I have my icon now?

Re: And here it is ... Part II

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Give the girl her godsdamned icon! WHEW AND HOLY FRAKKING HOT!

I love it when Leland J. Adama, uh, explodes! YAYAY!

Nice job, bb!